St. Landry democrat., 1887-12-31

provide for, so he sulked off mad with his
own pleasantly.
The monkey came at last in the shape of
a son to Jovan and Hetty Rospigliosi a
child as healthy as the air of the hills and as
beautiful as the blending of races can effect
contrasts; brunette boy with light blue
eyes, His father looked at him with an ex-
preston of pride that awoke the first of
Hetty's apprehensions. She did not expect
to find her husband lower than he seemed,
but far too high.
"Jovan, there is not the humility of POOR
man in your love for this child; you look at
me with kindness, but at our boy with some
thing fierce like pride"
"He is prince of Rome" said the hus-
band. "He may live to wear red hat
The meaning Of this remark was obscure
to the wife, but at the ominous word red
she felt presentirhent, unseltish as the firm
conviction of fate
ut came red-it will go red. Thank God
for the happiness already permitted ne
| Jovan!'
The husband loved his wife, but worshiped
his boy, and never left the twain for single
day till the conclusion of the war. when he
heard that his comrades were to march into
the capital city and there disband and melt
away into the patient body of the people; he
reached for his old red zouave uniform,
stained with his blood.
"Good-by," said Hetty, 81 may never see
you again:
| "'Morning red and evening gray,
| Sets the "raveer on his way!
BLESSINGS on you, Jovan, though you leave
me-"
Leave Arnoldus!" exclaimed the hus-
band while he lives, have no fear, Hetty y
| Jovan departed and took his place in the
victorious army, hailed there as one from
the dead Letters were placed in his hand
which told of home and lamentations and
| forgiveness there.
As he returned along the mountain side
| all scarlet in his zouave dress, no wife ap-
peared at the door, where he stood, saying
over the old riddle of the weather:
Morning gray but evening red,
Brings the rain on the travellers head"
Eyes, husband" came his wife's voice in
wailing "our son is dead. In one week the
scarlet fever has run its course and taken
! him away"
And now came the period of disturbance
| in both man and wife that the almost VIC
| lent circumstances of their union might
| have been expected at some time to produce.
| The stranger felt the need OF career again to
| tighten his grief and set him upon the fit
ting purposes OF life.
The wife felt, also, that home was not the
humble bding place it had been when, like
Joseph and Mary in exile they had seen full
filled the prophecy, Out Of Egypt haze
called my sono'
There was voice that never more came,
a face was lying under the stones on Mother
Arnold's grave that had been prince Of
peace as we'll as Prince of Rome. Infinite
| possibilities the mother could not under
stand she knew to be persisted, like that
Josephine in France Hetty had read Of who,
having no child, must cease to be both queen
and wife
"Alas! my companion" Rospigliosi said,
taking her hand in delicate consideration;
that we have come to a place where the
past must be explained! No evil attended
our meeting more than happened to the first
parents who met in natures garden, and
from Adams open side the woman
was drawn to he his gentler self and
household shadow But even there
the serpent of artificial life crept
in to tell of other things desirable and of
knowledge and kingdoms lost. God knows
that in my life with you nature has had
fair trial Till this moment we have never
spoken of rank, religion nor appearances.
When these have to be mentioned natures
sway is lost am of a family that has had,
from barbarous ages till now, cardinal at
Rome. My uncle is dead; his seat is empty
for me. My mothers voice entreats me to
| return and support the credit OF our house
If am to be churchman. l can have no
| wife!'
| He looked at her in penitence to see how
she stood the shock of such sentence She
| looked at him in wonder that was not like
| pain nor fear.
81 have dazed your mind" Jovan ex-
claimed, folding her in his arms. "Iou can
not comprehend mel"
80, yes" sighed Hetty. Il thank God
| that it is so holy and so soft-the manner
of your going. Not to steal away IN shame
of me-not to part in anger. To be won from
me by no other love that is impure, but at the
beseeching of your mothers voice and tor
the service of God. This is happiness.
| Jovan, is there no such career for me p
mo, my dearest, would not have you
learn dogma or change fibre of your
mountain nature If Heaven is to be, such
| as YOU are to be in it. and no formality can
make you whittier, no. humility of sects or
systems can equal yours. This cabin is con-
secrated to me forever by love and life and
death. Not to be nobler or gentler or better,
do go from you. It is the wearing of old
letters that cut into my flesh, the trans
mitted quality of the churchman and the
hierarch. 1 do not want you to acquire that
| ambition and mistake an intellectual rest
| lessness for the call of Christ"
II know no churches" said Hetty, but
have known gentleman, and he proves to
| me that there is golden law better than
communicable do unto others as we
would be done by. Let me go to Rome. l
see something red that is waiting for me-
| What it is do not know. Sometimes 1t IS
| like hat and sometimes like cross" Jovan
looked out upon the Widow Arnolds grave.
20 cruelty of sects and folds,' he said,
s'that could make of a childs tiny red shoes
the motive of persecution, and redden with